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"..ook,"
"Jungkook"
huh,
what? He snaps out of whatever trance he was in,
"Jungkook," and bony limps fills his peripherals and he barely registers the warmth that spread along the veins on his left cheek.
"stop worrying yourself,"
"...wha-"
"you're biting your lips too hard again."
oh,
OH!
sh*t,
see, people bite their lips all the time. Maybe not to this extent, but along the course of history Jungkook can proudly vouch for the thousands and millions that suffered from the almost definitely incurable habit of chewing on this closest form of meat, hungry or not, seductively or not, subconsciously or not,... And so, Jungkook is comfortable to let himself fall under such not-so-wrongly categorized habit of biting his lips out of sheer nervousness. There's hardly anything wrong with abusing yourself, if only to this small extent, as he often rationalizes.
And yet, Dilemma One-Point-O': Jungkook bites his lips all the time - borderline obsessive if viewed objectively (no, I'm not, who would ever do that!). He almost always bites them until they bleed, then the dry blood cakes over, then torn skin drapes lamely and disorientedly across his already thin upper lips, and then he bites some more and tears up whatever new regenerating skin cells youth has blessed him with. In short, his lips is always a mess (yah, it's a hot mess, mind you!), no matter how Goddess Venus must have blessed the heck out of his house.
However,
the real dilemma is Dilemma 2.0.
See,
Min Yoongi is a pure
.
blooded
.
vampir e
!
Vampires, despite their conscious decision to not coincide with anything the world had written up and fantasied about them, cannot reject the one thing that had gotten them their own franchise in the first place: they drink blood. So yeah, they technically don't sparkle, eyes weak to UV rays and skin too fair to not feel uncomfortable under such intense heat - tho' global warming and that gigantic whole in the sky over the Arctic are not exactly helping either. They do eat food. More precisely, Yoongi eats what Jungkook cooks, because he can't resist the cute frown the younger always let marred his otherwise smooth features and his lower pouty lip whenever he tries his hand at cooking. Don't get him started on the bunny teeth that poke out through the thinner darker upper lip.
the upper lip that is now being brutally abused by its unaware owner, sign- he's pointlessly worrying about something again-
He cares enough to reach and maybe make an effort to stop his lover's mindless habit that is honestly doing no one any good. "Jungkook," he tries a second time,
and is awarded with the most innocent deer-caught-in-headlight inquiring stare that had roped him into this whole ordeal (love story, hyung, or better yet, call it a happy ending what do you mean by ordeal like I'm a film-noir gone wrong!) all those months ago in the alley next to Jungkook's mom's bakery, and he's reminded why he fell so fucking hard just a few nights later.
"you're gonna bleed to death if you keep this up any longer," growls Yoongi, because he honestly is having a really hard time right now when Jungkook is drifting of into his deep dark space somewhere in his dream scape again and not really registering his words,
"just tell hyung what is worrying your pretty little head." so he lowers his tones and switches tactics. Well, since his cute little bunny is so adamant on testing his restrains, the mint-haired songwriter thinks he might as well take full advantage of this whole ordeal.
So he leans in and bare his fangs.
PAAIINN!@## shots up Jungkook neurons and the gunk that seemed to be his brain starts to rearrange itself into its more widely-recognizable shape in the science book. Images of numbers and equations and that math test that he just got back today and the not so pretty red letter on the top right corner of the paper as well as the disapproving tones and harsh stare of his old andverymuchbald -homeroom teacher, and those other two sets of scowl that are sure to be waiting in his living room by the time he is to get back begins to fade and warmth further invades his mind. A closer presence soon overrides his frantic mind and he catches up quickly enough to the moment just before a gasp manages its way through his teeth. Yoongi is kissing him. YOONGIHYUNGISKISSINGHIM. He takes a second - which to him might as well means centuries - to will the blush fighting its way to spread its warmth through the span of his face. It's pretty much a done-battle, he's just trying to save face by multitasking, trying to return this breathtaking - ohlordthisisnothealthyforhisfailinglungs -kiss and fighting his inner nerves to stop the blush from invading further south.
A few other seconds span by and only then does he start to feel something other than the chapped thin but somehow soft lips of his older lover, is that his fangs?, because something sharp is scraping the cuts on his lips and his messy thought process is making way for a gentle feeling or a soft digit lapping up the tangy metallic taste transferring back into his taste bud.
They break apart breathless and Jungkook has barely grasped onto enough oxygen to fill his constricted lungs, before he feels the older diving closer and his senses are once again flooded with aromas and tastes too arousing to be his own. "Wait,"
a kiss on the upper lip
", hyung, w-"
tongue flicking out to lick timidly at his cracked lips - directly at his cuts
"-ait,"
saliva-moistened lips puckered and then sucked hard at his cuts
he pouts - mind you, it is not doing anything to lessen Yoongi's need to lap up the cuteness that is dripping from the younger's face, ", hyung wait, I'm serious,... hold up,"
Jungkook makes sure to accentuate his intention with a light push to keep Yoongi at a safe distance.
", I know where you're getting at." eyes still mostly confused but neurons firing frantic signals to keep going! so he sucks it up and sucks hard on a breath Yoongi and him is fighting over. Tongue ducks out to lick at the sharp points, the edge and tingling pain is mingling and filling up his senses. Thinner lips invaded. Warmer tongue caressing the roof and pushing-pulling this pleasure he wasn't ready to let all out. He shakes out a shuddering breath and wills a moment release to vocal the end his sentence:
"But didn't ya' say you were going vegan, hyung?"
Dark grey eyes perk up to his, fangs showing behind twisted smirking lips
"Maybe later,
I'm craving rabbit right now."